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Poem for Monday, Chanukah, The Favourite


Letter Spoken in Wind
By Rachel Galvin

Today we walked the inlet Nybøl Nor
     remembering how to tread on frozen snow.
          Ate cold sloeberries

that tasted of wind—a white pucker—
     spat their sour pits in snow. Along
          the horizon, a line of windmills dissolved

into a white field. Your voice
     on the phone, a gesund auf dein keppele
          you blessed my head. Six months now

since I’ve seen you. There are
     traces of you here, your curls still dark
          and long, your woven dove,

the room you stayed in: send your syllables,
     I am swimming below the tidemark.
          Words shed overcoats, come

to me undressed, slender-limbed, they have no
     letters yet. It is the festival
          of lights, I have no

candles. I light one for each night,
     pray on a row
          of nine lighthouses.

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Sunday was cold and gray, though I'm not complaining because if I lived an hour south, we'd have had a foot of snow and all the attendant problems living in an area that doesn't know how to cope with winter weather. We thought about going to Mount Vernon to see the Christmas displays, but we ran a bit late and I wanted to stop at the mall for a Pokemon thing, so since we were going to be at Arclight anyway, we went to see The Favourite. The acting is exceptional and the first hour is bitingly funny, though it's a much darker movie than the ads suggest.

We missed the Ravens blowing it while we were at the movies, and DC football proved that they should have signed Colin Kaepernick (it's not too late, but I don't see Dan Snyder of all owners doing that even to save the season). We skipped Doctor Who for the first night of "Elseworlds" on The Flash (reasonably entertaining mostly for the guest cast), plus Madam Secretary (I don't know how Elizabeth doesn't literally smash heads together). And we lit the candles for the last night of Chanukah and exchanged books and DVDs:

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